This week I’ve written a pensive little tune about learning not to be cynical in an age of connectivity. It is no simple task to guard oneself from the false representation of the world at large. It is harder still to remain level headed about the information one gleans about oneself. People form opinions on themselves through complex processes of comparison to those that they are “connected” to. But not only are the connections largely false (who is your friend?), but the information that travels across that connection is frequently meaningless. It becomes a weight, but somehow it is one that we are desperate to carry. If we put it down we are seemingly alone, but the longer we carry it the heavier it gets. I’m not sure of the solution. It probably has something to do with being in nature every now and then, and being with real friends. In fact, I think that these might be the best balms for many forms of cynicism. Something to think about.
Today Mount Everest quietly moves into its third year. Thank you for sticking around.
lyrics
Never did you mention
Your credentials on the road
In the woods with no reception
Dragging wires as we go
Enamored with a featureless
And unforgiving kind
We’re sentimental creatures
In the most cynical of times
Darling I swear it isn’t so
That everyone you ever knew
Would be glad to see you go
That anyone you ever loved
They wouldn’t have the time
Or that no one that you ever met
Would remember you in kind
I remember you all the time
How do you say you’re sorrowful
In the language of our age?
That’s just one thing I’d be grateful
If you would never had to say
And everywhere you go
You’re gonna think of that
And it don’t matter how you love yourself
Some part of you will always love you back
How do you say you’re sorrowful
In the language of our age?
That’s just one thing I’d be grateful
If you would never had to say